this loneliness is not simply a feeling.
it comes in ripples of stomach-aching
hell, in shredded hair resting on scrubbed shower floors, in flares of irreversible conversations with your mother. no food has ever filled you up the way loneliness has. it carves its fangs in so deep no bandage / no 3 am friendship can stop this tangled mess of loneliness pouring own your throat for monday morning breakfast.
this loneliness feeds onto your organs
and swallows your memories whole. it exists in the tree roots underneath your shoe soles, in the syllables tumbling from everyone's lips, in the summer sweat trickling down the side of your face. it is a growing parasite taking home in the walls of your bone cavities. you are nothing without this loneliness and it is nothing without you.
loneliness is not simply a feeling.
not when you have become it.
YOU ARE READING
MOON
Poetryteenage girl ramblings about love and apathy and bad mothers © summer collection continuation 2021
